Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Gangster Library Hermits and Doc Martens

This is my friend's cat.His name is Samwise.Or just Sam.

All I did today is run errands and sleep--and I didn't even wake up until eleven. Classic summer day. I went to the library for the first time in about year. I am not a fan of the library, because for some reason, every time I go in there I feel as if I'm being watched. Also, every single time I have ever been there, there are always these two kids in there on Myspace who think they're 'gangstaaaaaa' or whatever. In retrospect, the idea of 'gangstaaaaa' library hermits is hilarious; it reality, it's quite annoying and rather frightening.

Though librarys aren't my cloud nine, I adore bookstores. They're a whole different species of awesome. First off, they smell amazing. Seriously. If someone were to sell a new book perfume, I would buy it. ( psst--this is my money-making idea. Don't steal it :( ) Bookstores smell like awesome and are pure serenity. They're peaceful and quiet (the good kind of quiet, not the stuffy, awkward, if-I-tap-my-pencil-it-will-cause-the-next-world-war kind of quiet) and they're clean and air-conditioned and filled with stacks of pure white pages. I could so be a bookstore hermit.So, just a few minutes ago, I was flipping through channels on the television and I came to Disney and saw that Hannah Montana was wearing Doc Martens. Doc Martens? When did Doc Martens become cookie-cutter-teenage-girl-popstar attire? Last time I checked, they were worn by either misfit/punk/skinhead/whatevers or troubled, uptight, lesbian lawyers**. But Hannah Montana? Wearing gaudy-yellow Doc Martens? Because of this, you're going to see thousands of frilly seven-year-old girls stomping around in Doc Martens. What is the world coming to?

**This was a refrence to RENT. I wonder if anyone got it. I was referring to Joanne, if you were curious. (Mr. Jefferson: No Doc Martens this time! and wear a dress! . . . Maureen: I'll kiss your Doc Martens! Let me kiss your Doc Martens! Your every wish I will obey)

When I go to return the library books I got, ( An Abudance of Katherines--John Green, Slam--Nick Hornby. I doubt I'll read either) I bet I'll see the 'gangstaaaaaaa' library hermits rocking Doc Martens as well. Oy vey. (psst--when I do go return them, any recomendations of good books I should read? Thanks.)

4 comments:

SAMWISE GAMGEE! OR HOWEVER YOU SPELL HIS LAST NAME! that's a good name for a cat.

hahahaha are the 'gangstaaa' people who i think they are? mo and maurice? XD they're there 24/7, cereally. bookstores are pretty fetch though. especially secondhand ones. barnes and noble is just filled with too many uppity oh-look-at-me-with-my-starbucks people.

oh my god. no. hannah montana is NOT allowed to have doc martens! you're so right, pretty soon every single little disney-brainwashed fanatic is going to be wearing them... kill me now.

and READ AN ABUNDANCE OF KATHERINES! YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT! JOHN GREEN IS AMAZING! nerdfighters ftw.

Hahah, what a cool cat! Speaking of cats, that is what Toby is :P, my fat kitty. I did not, thankfully, have a human being living in my house who randomly decided it was okay to tinkle on the nice chair for two consecutive weeks, even after the third time when we covered the chair in plastic :|. It was rather upsetting, but he's outside, and around. I love the library here, just because it's newly renovated :P, plus large bookstores are a 45 minute drive away. I do enjoy browsing the local book shops from time to time. They definitely are cooler than libraries, but I like not having to buy every book I want to read also.

UGHHH. Curse Hannah Montana, ruining cool things left and right, hahah :P. I hate when celebrities wear or do certain things for image.

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Annie's (very abridged) week.... (June. 29. 09)

Redid the layout thingy because I was bored. Now it's all cerulean and woosh. I survived the dentist! Huzzah! I am now obsessed with Next to Normal, it's a new musical. I spent an hour tonight spying on our new neighbors. I must resemble a box of tissues, because my friend just randomly gushing all his problems to me, got pissed, started swearing, and then I think he insulted me but I had to look it up on UrbanDictionary to be sure, and then made me promise to forget what he said. But he speaks in such a cryptic toungue that I had no idea what he was saying anyway. People are so complicated. Oh, and my mom got a Facebook. My life is over.